Stories of Ansalon from the view of Imaeris.

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Imaeris' scribed in glowing green ink.

Author: Imaeris
Date: Sat Aug 21 06:21:40 2010
Subject Through Fire and Flames
Embers waltz, bow and exit. Unnatural flames consume wood and stone
alike. Grey and black plumes choke the room. Debris slide off a prone figure
cloaked in ash. Scent of burnt cloth and flesh lingers in the air, swallowed
by smoke.
A coughing fit emerges from the figure. Slowly she lifts herself up. Her
back is bare. Charred flesh pulses and glows like fresh coals. Every pulse
wracks the wounded body with throbbing pain. The arms weren't left
unscathed. Blood drips from some wound on her face, trickles down
expressionless features, collects and separates from the chin and drops
silently into the small red puddle on the floor.
Alchemical equipment lay strewn amid the burning wreckage. Pieces of
calcinators, alembics and retorts are everywhere, some still containing and
processing ingredients. Everything else burned-no papers, scrolls, books,
not even a quill. Intense light reflect hot colors in dark pupils,
imprinting a crimson shade upon them. These pupils hide once, twice, then
scan the room only to follow the smoke as it swirls and dances upward. It
twists and spirals past the crumbling rafters into a black sphere in the
sky. Color can't define the form because it is the absence of all. Still,
the dark shape is reflected in them. And she smiles.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.